When I trace at my pleasure the windings to and fro of the heavenly bodies, I no longer touch the earth with my feet: I stand in the presence of Zeus himself and take my fill of ambrosia. -Claudius Ptolemy

My feet fall blindly into place when hiking at night. The taste of acidic exhaustion stings my mouth and mind. A mind, at peace under the star-lit horizon. I tend to think about everything that matters out here. Waving back and fourth between family, distant planets and the cold. @natgeocreative@nikonusa